A Poem For The Lost

Above the clouds but below the stars,

There sat a city with marble walls

With Golden streets and crystal cascades

Fair brides dripping in fearful jade

Sorrow has deceased and re-birthed with bliss

For there is no place more beautiful than this

 

A bright afternoon with birds in blooming trees

A young carpenter was walking home to his bride to be

When he looked up from the street and in the distance could see

 

A small child walking off the road

 

And he said to the boy “Where do you go?”

“Why do you not walk on these paths of Gold?”

The child looked down at his feet coated in coal

“My footprints leave a trail that are marked by Sheol”

 

“Oh my child,” The Carpenter said “I will tell you a secret that nobody knows,

Tomorrow, on this ground, from above, it will snow

And cover the tracks that your black feet have shown

Then again, will the bricks illuminate and glow

Walk on the Gold, walk on the road.”

 

Tears in his eyes, the boy looked down at his feet covered in coal

“I cannot move, I cannot slow,

I’ve walked on this dirt since long ago.

My feet and this clay, together have grown

Into one and made me the creature I know.”

 

The Carpenter paused and surveyed the road

Examined the boy rocking to and fro

He scooped the child, carrying his load

For 33 miles all the way to his home

Leaving not a trace or imprint below

They walked as one on the Streets of Gold

 

The child searches his pockets for pennies and pearls

“Do not fret Child, there is no toll

Your name was always written on my Scroll.”

 

Arise, Awake Oh Sleeping Soul.